"Oh, stop it! Does that make me a beast too?" Su Mengyan teased. Even though her son comparing them both to wild animals felt a little uncouth, to her ears, it was the sweetest thing he could've said. Instinctively, her small hand tightened its grip around his massive erection.
With that squeeze, her delicate hand felt the searing heat and the way his cock throbbed and expanded. It made her heart hammer against her ribs, and she couldn't help but start a gentle, sliding motion.
After just a couple of strokes, the thing became even more arrogant—hard as steel, thick, and impossibly long. Holding that sheer, rigid mass of flesh made the blood rush to her head; her breathing turned shallow and jagged, her ample chest heaving with every gasp.
The head of Wang Yue's cock curved slightly upward, looking resilient and incredibly broad. It was a deep, bruised purple—a sight that was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing.
